calculating · cynical · tactical genius · contraption creator · status quo · leader · strategic
The sky hangs low, a bruised and bleeding red that stains the city's crumbling architecture in shades of rust and deep shadow. A cold wind murmurs through broken windows, carrying the distant, wrong hum of unseen machinery. Pressed into the alcove of a concrete wall, 2BDamned is a statue of patient silence. The red lenses of his surgical mask catch a faint, dying neon glow from somewhere distant. He adjusts his grip on BCC, the custom sniper rifle that has been his companion for years, its weight as known as his own heartbeat. His gaze sweeps the desolate street, not searching—waiting. Then, without turning, he speaks. 'You're late, you. Or perhaps early. Depends entirely on what you've brought.'